Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 407 The Righteous Path is Flawless

The divine sense never probed the object that had been given its life.

Even if something is right in front of you, you won't realize it until the right opportunity arises.

The origin of the object that grants one's destiny is often accompanied by choices made about one's fate. In gaining something, one inevitably loses something else; it is something left behind at a crucial juncture in life.

Therefore, it possesses the great power to make the cause and effect of divination complete.

Gu Yiguan acted appropriately throughout his life.

There is little indulgence, hesitation, or indecisiveness.

She had thought that she had not left behind any life-altering artifacts until now, until Zhu Wuyao's words just now reminded Gu Yiguan of this matter.

Back then, she did make a choice for her life.

But upon closer reflection, Gu Yiguan did not believe that he had lost anything back then.

Close friends?

Are we talking about our youth?

Although there was some regret, it was her own choice to "give it up" and she never considered it a regret in her life.

When a diviner pinpoints the object of destiny, there will be no mistakes. Perhaps today's drunkenness is meant to make her realize the existence of the object of destiny.

Gu Yiguan stood up and said:

"It seems that when I was sending messages to the various sects, Nguyen A Yao also turned around and found a corner of my clothes that I had left at the scene."

“She already knew that I had gone back.”

The value of the life-granting item was explained in just a few words.

After hearing this, Zhu Wuyao felt a jolt of unease, realizing that things couldn't be that simple.

If the path to heaven for those who cultivate through divination could be so easily revealed before their eyes, how could they be at the bottom among the four sects?

In the blink of an eye, Gu Yiguan had already strode towards the door.

His divine sense instantly spread out, covering the surrounding area.

She quickly found the right direction and located Ruan Ayao's place. Her escape light pierced the night sky as she headed up the cliff.

Zhu Wuyao originally intended to go along.

But then a figure appeared before him—it was Qi Suowei.

"Don't leave yet."

As he spoke, he handed over another wooden plaque, saying:

"The things in your spiritual sea seem to be more powerful, as if you have recently absorbed some power. Fortunately, there are no Nascent Soul stage cultivators with profound cultivation."

What power did we draw upon?

Zhu Wuyao thanked him, then took the wooden plaque with some puzzlement, put it on, and began to suspect again that his slow progress was related to this spirit pen.

"Can this item be removed?"

"You can take it along with your life."

"That's totally unnecessary..."

Zhu Wuyao decisively declined the suggestion, not wasting any opportunity, and asked:

"Senior, can you discern the source of this anomaly? Is there any sign of 'chaotic fate' within the Seven Illusions Sect of Star Point?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Suowei pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"This is normal."

"Impossible!" Zhu Wuyao blurted out in rebuttal.

How could this place possibly be normal?

"Within Tongzhou, humans and demons mingle, and there are countless independent cultivators; it is already a chaotic place."

"As for A-Die of the Seven Illusions Sect, her spirit scattered throughout the world, along with the countless puppets within the sect, those who should have perished still remain in the world, while mortals who should have survived may have had their lives taken away."

"How is this possible...? Normal..."

As he finished speaking, Zhu Wuyao's voice grew softer and softer.

He laughed self-deprecatingly and then fell completely silent.

Qi Suowei calmly gazed at her and asked:

"You've already described what's normal here; it's something you can see everywhere in the world. So what about the abnormal ones?"

Something's wrong...

This is utterly absurd.

Zhu Wuyao made a mistake—

She forgot that in the cultivation world, chaos is the norm; evil cultivators and demons wreaking havoc are common sights; and sorcery and human sacrifices are nothing unusual.

The Seven Illusions Gate of Stars is nothing more than a common ink splatter on a dirty painting.

She thought that the so-called "Land of Chaos" should be a place rife with chaos, but she forgot that gloom and darkness are the true colors of the cultivation world.

What she was really looking for was—

It is a peaceful and harmonious place in the cultivation world.

She wants to find a paradise that shouldn't exist in the cultivation world, a world filled with killing and scheming.

What would it be like if Ji Yuezhang could continuously influence his surroundings and create a chaotic place of fate without realizing it...?

"I want to become the leader of the talismanic arts, using talismanic arrays to protect the peace of the region and prevent demons from invading."

"What I'm looking for is the most peaceful and tranquil place in the Ghost Sorrow Mountains..."

"What I'm looking for is that incongruous tranquility amidst all the noise and chaos..."

Zhu Wuyao finally realized what she was about to face.

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The sea is as black as ink.

Gu Yiguan's figure appeared, and she saw Ruan Ayao in the distance, standing alone in the moonlight on the cliff.

I don’t know what I’m thinking about.

She hadn't looked at Ruan Ayao like that in a long time.

Since we parted ways years ago, so many seasons have passed.

But tonight, Gu Yiguan has important matters to attend to. At this moment, when she is only one step away from touching the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage, she has no time to admire the moon, chat idly, or listen to the flute music.

As she had done for many years before, she was always able to make the most appropriate judgment.

Gu Yiguan strode forward.

Ruan Ayao had already noticed her arrival and turned around to ask:

"What are you here for?"

"I've come to retrieve my old belongings."

After saying that, Gu Yiguan stood in front of Ruan Ayao, grasped her wrist, and raised it to his eyes.

All that could be seen was her bare wrist, and where the dark blue cloth strip was always tied, it was now completely empty.

Like a lie that has erased all traces.

Clean and tidy.

Gu Yiguan's last "evidence" has disappeared.

Yet, she had nowhere to hide in those eyes that were watching her.

Ruan Ayao's gaze was filled with sorrow and confusion as she looked at Gu Yiguan. She calmly stared at him and said softly:

"But... I believed it."

"I already know the truth."

She simply made a choice.

Regardless of the truth, right and wrong have now been settled. After waiting for years without any results, Ruan Ayao finally stopped waiting for her explanation.

She knew—she would never get the chance.

Thus, this final piece of evidence that could prove Gu Yiguan's guilt was buried at the bottom of the sea by Ruan Ayao herself.

From then on, Gu Yiguan could put her mind at ease and continue to be a righteous and flawless person.

She slowly lowered Ruan Ayao's wrist.

He met those eyes that, though filled with extreme sorrow, had returned to calm.

Perhaps, only at this moment, does that corner of the sleeve truly become a symbol of destiny, a symbol of cause and effect, accompanying separation and loss.

Things that are granted a destiny are born out of necessity.

Even if they are thrown into the silent, turbulent sea, they will always survive through various coincidences and end up scattered to the ends of the earth again.

Perhaps one day, Gu Yiguan will encounter it again.

It's just that it will never be tied to Ruan Ayao's wrist again.

The moonlight fell silently, and as the spiritual energy vibrated, the sea surged and billowed, yet not a single drop of seawater wet Ruan Ayao's clothes.

Ruan Ayao's close friend and old acquaintance finally realized—

She is losing something.